Sardines Poems - Poems about Sardines

Sardines in olive oil A shop in Lisbon exclusively sold sardines this interested me since my Norwegian mother had worked at a factory selling tinned sardines I asked if they had sardines from other country they didn't but told me in tinned bacalao they  cod fish came from Norway I noticed sardines in olive oil with the year the tin was made,...

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Cats in costume on an October Halloween Dressed as robots, dogs, and a beauty queen. Tromping along in a line, from door to door. Smelling their chocolate candies, but wanting more. Why don’t they give us sardines? One kit doth ask. They cannot afford it said her pal in a butterfly mask. How about pizza with anchovies? She does suggest. Snickers and...

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OCTAVE: LORD, as morn yields to noon (or dawn) my SONnet will please, tease, release: I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus And His sacrifice on Calvary: We pray against the Virus With a sunshiny name, an aura of a name, "a garland" ... Corona Virus, COVID-19, or SARS-Cov-2, Thy Hand Is mighty and righteous, always Righteous, even...

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imagine the sardines in the tube swimming round and round against an unceasing mock current do they know their place? Doomed to live as an aquatic chandelier as perpetual showmen for the sake of our “knowledge” Do they know? Im terrified to think that they might not, because then maybe we dont either....

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I was addicted to you from the very beginning They say people can be drugs, But i didn’t understand what they meant Until you came into my life. The sun shined brighter, The days were longer, The bids sung louder, Everything seemed like a fairytale- Fake. The first time you let me down, I stayed away without a second thought, Without an ounce of hesitation, For months. I...

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Through the water they glide, an immense mosaic of millions of silvery fish on their migratory run, obeying a call immemorial, a mystery of aquatic unison choreographed by instinct primordial. They billow, a grainy smoke cloud in which light drowns. A ruffling, like an enormous bedspread being shaken out in slow motion by an...

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Sardines on the Sand Two Sardines danced hand in hand At their wedding upon the sand As a Herring played the violin. A portly porpoise clothed in grey Greeted guests from far away. ...

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Sardines and Hunger We are leaving tomorrow for Lisbon it will be Sunday and the traffic will be going to Algarve an obvious place that has little to offer but sand in your shoes and ready prepared food that insist it is authentically for the region or something like that. After preparing we noticed we had...

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When i was a little kid,my grandmother ate sardines out of a can and my grandfather drank his beer slowly shaking a little salt in each glass. These were my "good ole days". I often sit and i wonder why a memory so small has stayed with me for so long. I think its the memories that surround those. A focal point?A...

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